Family Changes

This month we said hello and goodbye to our new baby.
     We had just decided it was time to start expanding our little family, so we were overjoyed to find out that we were pregnant again. Looking around our tiny house, we were a bit nervous about where all the gear would go, but we were excitedly discussing preparations. Jeremy could move to his big boy bed; the baby’s birthstone would be diamonds; we could use the beautiful cradle my dad made; what should we name it? Is it a boy or girl?
     However our thoughts quickly changed on Wednesday, August 22 in the afternoon. Jeremy and I had just gotten home from his playgroup, and he was napping. I started feeling severe pains in my stomach and called Christian at work. I knew something was wrong. Christian came straight home from work to find Jeremy screaming and poopy and me curled up crying. We called our OB, and got an appointment to see her. While at the doctor’s office, I started vomiting and the pains worsened. Our OB did an ultrasound and could not see the pregnancy in my uterus, so we were sent to pathology for blood work and to radiology for a more in depth ultrasound. They then realized that I had an ectopic pregnancy located on my left ovary. This had ruptured and was bleeding into my abdomen, which was what was making me faint, dizzy, and vomit.
     My OB called an ambulance and time seemed to speed up. I got an IV, Christian called family and close friends, a nurse played with Jeremy, everyone loaded up, and we headed to the ER at Stanford. Thankfully, Jana was able to come and take care of Jeremy until Christian’s mom could come down. Joyce stayed all night with Jeremy, so Christian could spend the night in the hospital with me. Everything happened so quickly, we flew through the ER and into OR #6, where my OB was able to do the laparoscopic surgery and remove about a liter of blood from my abdomen. Fortunately, she was able to leave everything intact, so we should be able to get pregnant naturally again. For future pregnancies, they will just monitor me earlier to ensure everything is where it should be.
     Christian stayed home from work the next few days to take care of everyone: me, Jeremy, and Molly. He was amazing. And somehow, Molly knew that something was wrong, so she stayed close and took lots of naps with me. On the hand, Jeremy had no idea anything was wrong, which is probably for the best.
     I know that God has a plan for our family and our tiny baby and that he chose His home for the baby to grow up in.  At this point, we are still sad and grieving for our loss. But I know that God will heal my soul, just as time will heal my body.